Eliza Clark Murdock

17 May 1830 - 4 Apr 1898

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Eliza Clark Murdock

17 May 1830 - 4 Apr 1898
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Eliza Clark Murdock


Heber City Cemetery

Loren Mair Ln
Heber, Wasatch, Utah
United States


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Life Sketch of John Heber Murdock

Contributor: Hilljr Created: 4 years ago Updated: 4 years ago

Born at Old Church Pasture Four Miles North Of Salt Lake City Family resided in St Johns Ariz 1884-1890 and then Heber Utah. High Priest; Missionary 1884 to 1890 to Arizona and to West Virginia in 1907. High Counselor of Wasatch Stake. President of St. Johns Irrigation Co. and Wasatch Irrigation Company 1912 Farmer. Information from the Genealogical Libarary, Book Utah Pioneers. My great grand-father, John Heber Murdock was born at the Old Church Pasture, Davis county, Utah. There was not enough space to have the word Pasture included in the place name. LDS Church Records. Life Story of John Heber Murdock by John Heber Murdock I have been asked by my daughter, Eliza Murdock Sellers, to give a little of my life story. I am John Heber Murdock, eldest son of Joseph Stacy Murdock and Eliza Clark. I was born the 28th of April 1854 at what was then the Church Pasture, north of Salt Lake City in Davis county, Utah. On my fathers side of the family for a number of generations they lived in the New England States, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts and Rhode Island. My mother was born in England. I am thankful for the heritage they gave me as I was born under the new and ever lasting covenant. My first memories are connected with the Carson Valley, Nevada. My father having been called by President Brigham Young to go settle that part of Nevada. I can remember the milk house that was built over a spring of cold water and a very large toad that ate under a board by the water. When Johnston's Army came we were called back to Utah, I was then about four years old. After we came back, we lived at Wite's Fort on Bingham Creek, about three miles west of the Jordan River. Father had quite a number of sheep and cattle, he also kept sheep and cattle for other people. One winter I remember was very hard, We had to winter the cattle out with very little hay, the weather was bitter cold and the animals suffered terribly. Every day a wagon was sent out to pick up the dead and dying sheep. Then the men would bring them one by one in the house and skin them by the light of the fireplace. There were so many that often they would work nearly all night skinning the dead sheep. That was a bad winter. You see the sheep hides were worth money and that was the reason we had to save them. During the winter I would say that we skinned at least half of our herd that died of starvation. My brother Dave and my brother Jonathan (we always called him Daunt) and an Indian boy called Pick (father adopted him) and myself, were old enough to act as herd boys and take care of the cattle and sheep that had escaped the awful winter. One day while we were herding, Daunt decided he would go home, so we showed him the house in the distance and he started off. We thought no more about him, but when we arrived home that night and he had not come home, the folks were badly upset. And all that night they were out searching for him. Some of our neighbors came with a lantern or two, but we did not find him for three days. A Mr. Bill Hickman, who lived quite a way from us was out hunting cattle. He heard the wolves howling, and just road to where the sound came from and there he found the boy sitting by some rocks. He took him home. Our play things were very crude. I remember we would get the jaw of a dead horse or cow and tie string to it and that made a very good wagon to pull over our dugways and bridges that we were always constructing. The Bingham was the only Creek that flowed into the Jordan River from the west mountian. It was from this creek that we got our drinking water. I remember that we did not have any conveniences in our home, just the bare necessities to get along with. Every bit of furniture was rough and made by hand. Every day brought its work, and very hard work for all, everyone of the children had to do their share too. We had no luxuries, but we did have pleanty of milk, butter, cream and cheese that our mothers made. In the winter we had meat. Our bread was not the kind we eat now, but still the food we ate gave us good strong bodies. Everything we used was very primitive, our baking was done in a bake Skillet over hot coals from the fireplace, as was all the cooking. Matches were unknown of so at night we would bank the fire, that is to cover the hot coals with ashes. In the morning we would uncover the coals and start a fire. Some times the coals would go out, then we would hsve to go to the neighbors and borrow some live coals. We also used flint and steel or gun powder to make a fire. We used the powder in the following manner; about one-half charge of gun powder was put in the gun, then a rag with a little powder sprinkled on it would be packed in the gun barrel, then another rag would be put in and the gun would be against the bottom of the house where some shavings and some bark had been placed and then by blowing on these sparks the mass would take fire. On one occasion father brought home a pound of powder from Salt Lake City, to use in making fires. Steve Ross who lived with us was starting the fire. After he had fired the gun he didn't think the fire would start, so he poured a little on the sparks and before he could move the can exploded in their faces. Their faces were black and they both were frantic with pain. One ran up the creek and the other one ran down the creek. Steve's thumb was nearly cut off and neither could see and their faces were badly burned. I remember mother had dipped up the water we were to drink that day, but they plunged their hands and faces in it. Father hurried to Salt Lake City for aid. He brought back some kind of a doctor and he cut a gash about one inch long on each of aunt Jane's cheeks and one over each eye and one on her forehead. He fixed steve's thumb and put them to bed. They both carried the scars to their graves. I must tell about the lanterns we had. Father bought two in Salt Lake City. They were made of tin with holes in the sides so the light could shine through and a handle on top for convenience in carring. A candle was placed inside. The light inside the house at night came from the fireplace and a twisted rag placed in a saucer of grease. Our mothers sewed, mended, knit and did their spinning by the light. Our house was of logs with one room and a lean to on the north which served as a milk house. As I remember it was a barren place with sage all around. The furniture consisted of a bed with two legs and the other side fastened agaonst the wall. Our mothers did their best for us, and as a mark of refinement, there were curtains around the bed. We had slabs nailed together for a table and benches. We boys slept on four sheep skins sewed together. They were clean and made a fairly good bed. As I look back on those days I cannot but think our mothers were made of "mighty good stuff". They had been brought up in a different way and had many of the comforts of life. Here they were in a barren land with only the bare necessities and still were trying to carry on. I say all honor to our brave mothers. 1. Aunt Adaline (Sweet) Murdock, 2. Eliza (Clark) Murdock, 3. Aunt Adaline (Warner) Murdock, 4. Aunt Jane (Sharp) Murdock, 5. Aunt Elizabeth (Lizzie Hunter) Murdock, 6. Aunt Pernetta (Walker) Murdock. Aunt Adaline diden't live with father, she soon left. One day I remember Pick and I were herding Cattle, he wanted to go and look for some water so he left me alone and did not come back. About dark I started for home. I met a wolf and he frightened me so that I ran right at him. He turned and and was so frightened that he ran away. There was an Indian boy who lived with his people on the Jordan River and when we went there to herd the sheep and cattle, Pick always engaged the Indian boy in battle. Pick remembered some of his Indian ways for whenever he would kill a rabbit he would clean it. That is he would take out the insides and salt them (he always carried a little salt in his pocket) and he would hang it in a badger hole for future use. Whenever our cattle got on the south side of Bingham Creek they would eat a poisan weed that was almost like a bluebell. Then we would have a skinning bee. The first knife I ever owned, my father brought home to me from Salt Lake City as a reward for skinning an old cow. I did the work with an old razor without a handle. It took me a week to do it as I was between 8 and 9 years old. The man to whom father sold the hide preised it so highly that father thought I deserved the knife. I well remember the milk house. It was built so that half of the room was under ground so that the milk might keep cool. Mother kept finding that the cream was gone from the pans of milk. She accused us boys of this, but we declared we were innocent. One day when she went in the milk house she saw a big blow snake crawling up the wall in the cellar part. She also found that the milk had been skimmed. She had found the culprit. In the late summer Bingham Creek would go dry, so we had to plow a ditch about a mile long in order to get water to use in the house. While we lived on Bingham Creek, we were bothered quite a bit by the Indians. They would go to Salt Lake City, get whisky and get drunk, and then they would come our way. One day towards evening a young squaw came on her horse and told the women as best she could that the men had gone to the city after "fire water" and that they were coming to the house. She told us to leave the house and hide. We all hid in the tall grass along the creek bottom. Father was away from the home at the time and we were alone. After awhile we herd the Indians coming. They were galloping their horses and yelling, it sounded awful to us hidden there in the grass. They went to the house, pounded on the door and we could hear them banging things around and making a great noise. We had the sheep all in the corral for the night and not finding anyone around they went in among the sheep and ran them back and forth until the sheep were tired and so were the Indians, finally they rode away. It always seamed strange to me that at such times "Pick" always went away alone and hid himself. One time Two or Three hundred Indians came. It was at the time Chief Ammon died. At night they certainly made a mighty noise, singing and lamenting. In the morning we boys hurried to see all about it, just as boys always do. We found they had taken a beautiful yellow horse and cut out the juggler vein and made him run in a circle until he dropped dead. They had taken the chief up Bingham Creek and left him. At one time father had just ridden in off the range where he had been looking after the cattle, he was riding a very fine horse. The Indians were as usual at our place and one big fellow jumped on the horse to ride away. Father was a small man, but he was very strong and very quick, so he jumped and pulled the Indian off and gave him a good trouncing. We always had a lot of cows to care for and milk, and if they diden't all come home at night we were quite upset. This particular night one cow was missing and Aunt Esther, Uncle Niffs wife went to hunt her down on the creek bottom. She saw what she thought was a cow in the dim light and so she called "come Bossy", suddenly an Indian loomed up before her, and threw his buffalo robe over her head. She screamed and yelled for help. She was badly frightened, evidently he was just playing a joke on her, for he laughed and said "Heap Bossy Cow". One day the women had left us children alone, we saw two men coming on horses. When they got nearer, we could see that one man was whipping the other over the head and shoulders. When they got to our house the one who was being whipped jumped off of his horse and ran in the house and got under the bed. We later learned that he had been accused of stealing horses. Some times we would go with father to watch the men wash the sheep. They had a small pen at the edge of the water and would take one sheep at a time and wash it nice and clean so our mothers could use the wool for making yarn and clothing. Father had three families in American Fork. They would change places with mother so that we might all have a chance to go to school in American Fork. There was not a school at Fort Harriman. I remember I called my first teacher Aunt Edith. I never knew her name or who she was, and I have often wondered about her. President Brigham Young, George A. Smith and others often came to our house and how they did enjoy the buttermilk, and home made cheese. Once when I was a real small boy, father took mother and us children to visit her folks at Grantsville, Utah (Clark's). We were about ten miles from home and we saw a little brown hen following our wagon. I asked to stop and she flew up on the wagon wheel. Father said he thought she had dropped from some wagon when the people were moving. Mother showed us Black Rock at the point of the mountian and told us she had walked out to it without getting her feet wet. Now in 1933 the water is quite deep. At grandfathers place we dried fruit. Oh, how we did enjoy the fruit, the very first I had ever tasted and I shall never forget grandfather and Grandmother Clark. On our way back we stopped at Uncle George Briens. He gave us a small puppy and I, like all small boys was overjoyed for this dog was my very own, and the first one I ever had. Uncle told me to put him in the cellar so as to have him handy as we were going to start early. In the night I heard him whining and got up to go to him, but as I always slept on the sheepskin I spoke of, I just started to walk off, but I was on a bedstead and fell and cut a deep gash in my chin. I got my dog and got back in bed and in the morning both bed and myself was covered with blood. I still have the scar on my chin. In the spring of 1850 father was called to be the bishop of Wasatch county and he had been going to Heber many times before the move in 1852. In the spring of 1852 we crossed the first bridge across the Jordan River just where it is now on the way to the airport. The moving of the family was quite a task, as we had cattle, horses, sheep and hogs. We were two days getting from our home to the mouth of Parleys Canyon. I can remember the first night we camped, we had our bull along with the cattle, and some men came down with three or four yoaks of cattle and when the men turned their cattle loose, there was a mix-up, and after that we wrer careful to tie the bull up with a log chain. Every once in a while we would stop and count the sheep and hogs, and if any animals were lost we would beat the brush until we found them all. In the work my brothers, Dave, Daunt and myself were the main actors. We camped the third night somewhere near the reservoir. I think I have never saw brush so thick, our mothers would walk along the road with the small children. We camped at Bill Kimball's one night and from there we came on through the hills to Silver Creek. On the fourth night we camped at Silver Creek. Here we found good grass and water. From here we passed the fifth night among the big Cottonwoods. Here my pet colt died. And from Silver Creek we came uo the road to about where it turns to go to Park City, instead of going as the road does now over the Summet, and coming this way. We went to the right of the high point, and came down the slope, and on down and camped that night at Hailstone's Ranch. The year 1852 is known as the year of high water. We started out that day and when we got to the place where Ben Norris later lived, we found we could not cross the river so we kept to the west side. Ephraim Hanks from Midway met us at this point with four yoke of cattle, and the wagons were taken up the Spring Bench. We went up the hill to the top and came down one of the long ridges. And in the meantime the sheep, hogs and cattle were worked around the side of the hill, under the big cliff (where the flag is now painted). And as usual the hogs had to lose themselves in the thick brush, and had to be hunted. Aunt Jane, who was nursing Nymohas, about dark, wrapped him in a shawl and laid him down in the grass while she was attending to the other children. Poor little baby was lost. We hunted, but could not find him. The other teams were coming down the bench. We yell, stop your teams, we have lost a baby. Word was given by father to move on, and he and Aunt Jane would stay and search for him and so he gave the word to proceed. The lead team had just taken a few steps when they stopped, and would not go. The driver went to the head of the oxen, and there on the ground was the baby between the hoofs of the lead oxen, needless to say we went on our way, thankful and rejoicing. That night we camped farther on and the next morning we started for Midway (that was not the name of the town then), we arrived at the settlement in the afternoon. I think the Coleman's were living there at that time, also the Roby's, McCarrel's and Ephraim Hanks. Nothing would do Mr. Hanks, but that we should have a bull fight, and so we did and it was a big one. Mr Hanks' bull whipped ours, but we were not satisfied, so in a week we had another one. This time our bull was victorious. He had had a rest and was in good fighting trim. The day after we arrived we went down to the land that father had bought, one half mile below the lower settlement. The place designated by some big trees, and to some of the older people of Midway it is still known as the "Murdock Place". I remember everything was wild looking, grass from three to four feet high. Father said, "the house is here", so we started looking and finally located it, and I can tell you that it was not much of a house. Just a shack and such a wild looking place. Father had purchased the Midway bottoms with the exception of a few acres, and it was a ranch for years. I remember the first mill was here. During the summer and fall we herded the sheep close around home. We lost a few to coyotes, and I remember that we moved what hay we could, that was left in the sloughs, with a scythe. There seemed so little to last the sheep and cattle all winter. Along in the latter part of March we began to look anxiously for the snow to disappear on the south side of the hills. On the level the snow was from three to four feet deep, and as soon as a bare spot appeared we would do our best to get the sheep, and the cattle on these bare spots. We helped things along by turning waem water on the bottoms, and soon we would have forty or fifty acres of bare ground, from which the grass had not been mowed, and there we would take the sheep and cattle. (The warm water was obtained from the hot pots of which there were many in the Midway area). Also the river bottoms had pleanty of cottonweed, and the brush was thick. The beavers had cut down hundreds of trees. These we used for wood. Many, many things we had to learn that long hard winter, but we were able to get through. Our first fruit gathering was fun for the Murdock clan. We boys found out that the service berries were ripe, so the Oxen were yoked up together and we put the boxes, tubs, buckets or whatever we could get that would hold berries, and we were off to Deer Creek. The bushes were loaded to the ground. We would spread a blanket or quilt on the ground, then shake the bushes. We filled everything we had with berries, then we went home and proceeded to dry our load of fruit. We were happy and thankful. I remember our first Christmas in the valley. Sugar was unknown to us, but our mothers had a little molasses, so they made some dough and sweetened it with the molasses, rolled it out and cut it in all kinds of shapes of everything we could think of and decorated them with the dried service berries and we were as happy as could be. We had one small room that first winter and we were so crowded. We boys slept in our four sheepskins with the wool side up and over us we spread the linsey quilts with wool batts inside. The cloth and all was made by our mothers. We were warm and comfortable. In the night if anyone moved they had to be careful not to step on anyone. The women's bed consisted of side pieces and end pieces nailed to the wall and slats made of cottonwood. There was a curtain hanging from the top and when let down made a very small room. The bed was high enough so that a trundle bed could fit under it. Sometimes when a child was unruly they were put into the trundle bed and put under the bed for a while. We spent our summer herding cattle and sheep. Once in awhile we were allowed to ride a horse, but at first we did not have many horses. We hardly knew what shoes were then. And when the cows fed on certain ones of the bottoms, my how we did hate to go after them. I will tell you the reason we disliked to go. Our feet were pretty tough, especially the soles, but under our big toes it was usually cracked and we would take some warm grease, put the grease on a piece of yarn and tie it around our big toes, where the cracks was. Now as we walked across the meadow land the grease would get mixed with the yarn and get under the crack. It sure did hurt, and so I have always been very grateful for shoes with a good pair of soles. That winter we all had the itch and father was the doctor. We were given sulphur and molasses internally. Externally that was something different. Our clothes were taken off, and we were rubbed with grease and had to stand before a hot fire. I do not know what this had to do with the cure, but this I do know, it hurt a lot, but we were supposed to take it all and be happy. I do remember we itched all winter, and I do not know how we were cured, it may have been the hot fire. There were millions of crickets on the bench, where the Tate farm is today. I disliked very much to walk over the ugly things with my bare feet. All these things have passed away and we have a better way of living for which I am very thankful. Lots of Indians would come and many times there would be thirty or forty wicki-ups on the river bottoms. Father always fed the Indians who came to our home and often they would stay for a long time. I remember some of the Indians names, Cut-lip-Jim, Tabby, Ankatawate and Bridger Jim. One time father gave the Indians fifteen head of sheep and they divided them among themselfs. There was one Indian in particular who thought his sheep was not big enough and refused to have it because it was not as large as the others. So father, being angry told him to be off and that he couldn't have a sheep at all. The other Indians took their sheep and went away, first cutting the sheeps throat, then putting the sheep over their horses and off to camp. We had a big pile of poles and here the next morning when we got up there was a dead sheep lying on the pile of poles, and here came the Indian who said his sheep was too small and he asked father for the sheep. Father told him to take the sheep, never thinking what had happened. I asked father how he thought the sheep died on the poles? I had herd the sheep running in the night, and I think the Indian choked the sheep and put it on the poles. Father said if he had his horse, the Indian would't get away with it, as I would take it away from him. In those days father was away quite a lot of the time, and the women and children were left alone much of the time. One day an Indian rode up on his horse and demanded bread. Now Aunt Lizzie had just finished baking, and he could see the bread. She was willing to give him a generous slice, but that wouldn't do, he wanted it all. My mother was in for giving it to him, and getting rid of him, but Aunt Lizzie was of a different mind. He tried to ride his horse in the door, but she caught up a stout stick that stood just inside the door and gave him such a whacking that he was glad to ride away. Once I remember some Indians went in the house while we were away and took a tin tea pot belonging to one of the women, and a paisley shawl of mothers that she had brought from England. Afterwords we boys found the tea pot all smashed where they had been camped. At this time, what we called Spring Creek or Snake Creek made a seperate channel to where it ran against the mountians to what we called the White Slide, and it was here at the White Slide that we got our white wash to whitewash our house. Finally the time came that the Indians became so trouble some that an Indian out break seemed certian. So the people were advised to move , and build a Fort. The people living in what is now Charleston moved to Heber. The people in the upper settlement, must move to the lower settlement. But they would do neither. So finally they moved midway between the two settlements, and built a fort for their protection. The town was known from then on as Midway. We cut our hay with a scythe and our grass by hand, so you can see our farming was done in a very primative manner. When I was about twelve years old, I went with my father to Salt Lake City. He left me with the wagon while he went to see some men. We were where the Tabernacle now stands. I climbed upon the foundation of the Temple, and I thought how grand it would be when it was finished. Sometime after that father sent me to Salt Lake City with a cow and a calf. I herded cattle all alone in Lake Creek at the time of the Indian trouble. I was only a boy some where between thirteen and fourteen years of age. I was very large for my age. I also went to the canyons after wood. In 1867 the Indians became so bad that all the people in the valley had to get together and live in Forts to protect themselves, One was built in Heber and one in Midway. Today as you visit Midway you will notice a marker that tells you where the old Fort was. The houses were built around the square, and in the open space in the center was where we drove the livestock in at night. All the boys had fun in the evening riding the steers. In the morning we would go down to the ranch to look after the sheep, as we kept them down there. One would look after the sheep and one would herd cattle mostly around the Dutch fields. My brothers Daunt, Pick and myself would herd the cattle and sheep. At this time father lost a number of horses and finally a peace pact was made with the Indians, but it was not permanent. From Midway we moved to Heber. Here it was that I began to take part as a man in building roads and hauling wood. This hauling or should I say getting of wood was no small matter. As we were now a very large family and it took a lot of wood to keep us warm as we had no coal. The winter days and long winter nights were bitterly cold. The winter lasted from October until April. I remember going to Salt Lake City to Conference. I think it was in 1874 on the third day of April. The snow was three feet deep on the ground. During the period of 1868, father was called on a mission down on the Muddy River in Nevada. He took two of his wives, and their families. Aunt Lizzie and Aunt Nettie, leaving Aunt Jane and my mother and their families in Heber. Aunt Eunice being in American Fork. My brother Dave went along also. Father took cattle and sheep with them and left and Echo was the nearest to us, and it was at this time that hay sold for one hundred me to care for the ones he left behind. During the fall of 1869 the railroad was coming dollars a ton. I paid in Heber, twenty dollars for a sack of flour that weighed pounds. The flour was anything but good, not the fine flour of today one hundred. My clothes were home spun and now I was to have a real shirt. I had a horse that I prized very highly. I thought he was all a horse should be, but one day Mr. John McDonald saw me riding by, and hailed me over and offered me seventy five dollars for my horse. He would also give me a shirt to boot. I thought how badly we needed the money for flour, and other things, and besides the shirt I meant a lot to me. So, Mr McDonald took my horse and I took the money and the shirt. The grasshoppers were very bad at this time, and took our crops of wheat. We plowed ditches and turned the water into them. We killed many, but not enough of them for they took the wheat crop. Our lights were not very good, but we got along with them. The fire from the pretty good and when we had what we called a “bitch”, this was a twisted rag put into a fireplace was tin pie plate with some tallow and when the rag was lighted we had a little light from that source. Tallow in those days was just as essential to our lighting system as electricity is to our day. Our best light was from a candle, but it wasn’t always that we could get candle wicking, but when we could get it, then the tallow was put in the molds which were about eight inches long and our mothers would make as many dozens as they could. When we had a party all were to take candles. These were placed about the room in convenient places. This was our lighting system. One good coal oil lamp gave more light than all our candles. It was about this time I first saw a coal oil lamp, it was a wonderful thing and was talked about in all our homes, and discussed many times. Aunt Jane was our reader, and many times I would be off on a horse through the bitter cold to borrow a novel. Anything to read as books and paper was scarce. I will never forget how thrilled we all were as the lamp was lit. It seemed to us we had never seen such a wonderful thing as that lamp. The school house was where we held our parties and dances. Our clothes were in the fashion of the times, or as near as we could get to the fashion. The girls and women wore hoops and yards and yards in their skirts. I remember that it took ten yards for my wife a skirt, and she was very small. The men all had jean pants or sometimes buckskin pants and whatever we could get for shirts. All the men wore boots and rough looking ones at that. There was always someone that played the fiddle or accordion, and we had square dances, waltzes, polkas and shottishes. We did have such good times all together, all the same. Some times we would take wheat or oats to pay for our tickets, and then we were given a number. There was always one appointed to act as the floor manager, and when your number was called you could dance. Otherwise not and the floor manager was very particular that there was no ringing on or dancing out of your turn. This really was a breach of etiquette. Dances opened and closed with prayer, and we were taught that you could worship the Lord, in a dance as well as in church. The dances commenced at candlelight and ended when the candles were all gone, if they lasted until day light, we danced until that time. I must tell you about killing the snakes, as often now days we hear the expression “The pioneers killed the snakes, and built the bridges”. This is how we did the job of killing the snake. When we first came to Midway, there were hundreds of rattlesnakes. They were all over the place, and they had chosen for their den a place situated north, a little west of Memorial Hill about one quarter of a mile. They had chosen what once had been a hot pot, but was now a dry pot as we called it, and of considerable dimensions and height, which has since been blasted and hauled away and used for making lime. This pit or den housed hundreds of snakes. It was quite a past time for the boys, we would take long sticks with hooks on the end and pull the snakes out from the rocks and cracks. This way we killed hundreds of them. In 1935 I could no longer see to paint, so I am making children’s furniture, chairs, tables, ect. I give them to my grandchildren and great grandchildren. I also make jumping jacks and dolls. In fact, anything to keep me busy. The first mill I remember was owned and operated by John Van Wagoner, and was known as a undershot mill, meaning that the water went under the wheel instead of going over the wheel. The machinery consisted of a hopper and the millstone, the flour that we got was just like chopped feed, and they ground every thing else that happened to be in it. We tried washing the wheat, and also picking it over, but neither was practical. We ate quite a bit of boiled wheat. Our mothers would have us boys and girls pick out the seeds and dirt, then they would wash it clean in a big iron pot and boil it all day long. Then we would eat it with milk. It tasted very good to hungry boys. The first mowing machine that came into the county was bought by my father. It was known as the “Woods Mower”. When we put it on the ground to mow the Midway bottoms, where the grass could not be touched with a scythe, this machine went right along cutting as fast as the horses could walk. That was a great day for the Murdock’s. Five acres of hay cut in one day. There was one fault with the machine, and that was this, they had not learned to temper steel, and that part of the mower known as the knife head, it would not stand the strain and we would have to go to the blacksmith two or three times a day to have the knife head mended. This was fun, at least it looked like fun at first, but alas, it was not. There was the old grindstone with a long handle and a bucket of water, and a cup and the boys took turns while father held the knife up one side, and down the other. My, but our arms would be tired. All our raking of the hay was done by hand, with a wooden rake until father rigged up an affair to help us. He made some wooden rake teeth fixed on a pole, and hitched horses on, and that helped a lot, as we could bunch the hay, after a fashion, but we had to re-rake it with a hand rake. The first harvester was a cradle and a scythe. Sometimes we could cut one acre a day, or two if the wheat stood up good. We bound by hand, and raked by hand, this was slow work. The next was a “Dropper Mower” with some slats behind the cutter and a lever to raise the hand end of the slats and a reel on the machine to knock the grain back when you put on a bundle, pulled the lever and the stubble’s did the rest, and you had your bundle and it was all ready to be bound by hand. Our next binder was old side rake, an arm around the table, and gathered the grain as it fell over and pushed it off to one side, and the machine did not have to stop. Our next binder was the old wire binder, It took two span of horses to pull it. It would bind the bundles, but it would leave the heads and butts all together. It would drag behind until they got so heavy that the wire would break. Our next binder was the “March Harvester”. Two men stood on the platform, the grain was elevated to them, and they bound it by hand. In ordinary grain and with good luck you could cut five acres a day. Now comes the twine binder, what a blessing it was. Some man had invented a piece of iron that would tie a knot, and cut the twine. This was a most wonderful thing to see. The machine came into the field and it would cut and bind without missing a bundle, ten acres a day. This machine was indeed a blessing , but greater than that, we now have a great harvester that cuts and thrashes forty acres a day, and puts the grain in sacks. These men were my companions; William Rasband, Henry McMillan, Thomas Clotworthy, Thomas Hicken, William McMullin and John Smith. Father, oft-times in a homey way, but in a way that always carried his point, so that anyone listening knew he spoke the truth. He had been a Block Teacher for years and never missed an opportunity to go to his monthly rounds. More than one person came in the church through him, with the help of our Father in Heaven. Many of these lived near father. Father was a dynamic speaker, and one would sit up and listen. My father was a man who wanted to do good to all mankind. In our home he taught the gospel to us by example. He loved a good time, liked to dance and sing. I liked to sing so well that I was determined to learn the notes, then I would learn any tune. I learned without the aid of an organ or piano. Sister Ann Harvey, a good friend of the family helped to teach me the notes. She came one day with a board from a bolt of cloth, and on it was the musical scale, all written out and so began my music course that gave me such happiness. I got a tuning fork so I could get the pitch and I was off in the fields, doing chores, and I was always at it, do, re, me, fa, so ect. When I went to the field I would take the Sunday School Songbook, and at noon while I rested and ate my lunch under the shade of the wagon, I was studying my music. I learned so well that I could sing any tune given to me. I could never sit idle. My first girl friend, as they say today, was Jane Duke. I enjoyed my self in many ways herding cattle, sheep and in farming, hauling wood and building roads. In making canals for water, clearing land of sagebrush, and many other things that the pioneers must do. My schooling was under the direction of Aunt Eunice, father’s first wife, and later William Chatwin, William Lindsey and John Gallagher, who later became my father-in-law. I was baptized by William McDonald. I was ordained an Elder by John Lyons, and I was ordained a High Priest by William Henry Platt. I took time out to look at girls, and after a time I found one that I thought was just the finest girl of them all. Her name was Mary Elvira Gallagher. She was very small and very beautiful. She weighed 90 pounds, while I was six feet two inches and weighed 200 pounds. She could stand under my outstretched arm. We were married 15 December 1873 in the Old Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. We had Ten children. St. Johns, Arizona is on the Little Colorado River. In November 1937 I had the privilege of making a trip to Canada, Niagara Falls, Palmyra, the Prophet’s home and the Sacred Grove, Hill Camorah, Kirtland, Nauvoo and the Carthage Jail at Carthage and Independence Missouri. My heart was filled with thanksgiving, and praise to my Heavenly Father for this wonderful privilege. I had always lived in hopes that I could travel over that part of the country where my people suffered so much. I am thankful for the testimony of the truth of this Gospel. And that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God lives, and that Joseph Smith is a prophet of the living God. JOHN HEBER MURDOCK

Charlotte Gailey Life Sketch

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CHARLOTTE GAILEY CLARK My name is Charlotte Gailey Clark. In Grantsville, Utah, on January 21, 1858, Isaac Morley laid his hands on my head to give me a patrirachal blessing. He said "at the head of thy family thou art honored and thy posterity in rearing sons who will become heirs to the Holy Priesthood. Thou will be honored in the blessings of posterity who will treasure thy name and memory in honor. Thy counsel and example will be sealed upon their memories from generation to generation". Because of this blessing, I would like to tell you my story. I was raised in Action, Herferdshire, England, a beautiful farming country with green carpeted rolling hills. There were fine, beautiful cultivated vails all around small, neatly kept villages with small, tudor style homes. I had a great love of flowers and they were all around me in every color--brilliant reds, royal purples, and bright, sunny yellows. I walked through these hills and dreamed pleasant, happy dreams-- I dreamed of a good husband; happy, playful, healthy children, and a pleasant home with trees and flowers. I dreamed of happy times, healthy times, righteous times, and oh how I pictured the man I would marry! I wanted him to be tall, dark and handsome. It was important to me too, that he be religious. I had been brought up in a religious family and i could not be happy in a home that did not have the influence of the spirit of God. I wanted him to honor me as well as the people about him. It was important that he treat people with respect. I had met a man I was interested in. He had these qualities-- and he was athletic as well. He was kind and tender, but was a boxer of "no mean ability." I was happy around him, and I wanted to be around him all the time. On November 28, 1825, we were married. Seven dear children were born to us in Herefordshire. Then in March, 1840, an event occured that changed every facet of my life. My husband had become a Wesleyan Methodist minister. That was his occupation. He became discouraged with this religion, felt it did not follow the scriptures, and had broken away with Thomas Kington to form a group called the "United Brothren". There were 600 people and 45 preachers who were searching for "light and truth". My husband was second in command. Wilford Woodruff came to England as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. On March 1, 1840 he was preaching in Hanley, England. While singing the first hymn in the evening services, the Spirit of the Lord rested upon him and the voice of God said to him, "This is the last meeting that you will hold with this people for many days". He was astonished. The next morning he asked the Lord what his Will was. The Lord told him to go South. He had a great work for him. There were many souls waiting for the word. Wilford Woodruff went to Mr. John Benbow's Hill Farm, Castle Frome, Ledbury, Herefordshire. Wilford Woodruff presented himself to Mr. Benbow. Mr. Benbow gave the news that there was a company of men and women--over six hundred in number--who had broken off from the Wesleyan Methodists and had taken the name of United Brethren. For religious services they had chaples and many houses that were licensed according to the law of the land. They were searching for light and truth, but had gone as far as they could, and were calling upon the Lord continually to open the way before them and send them light and knowledge, that they might know the true way to be saved. Wilford Woodfuff preached that month through this field of labor, he was able to bring into the Church through the blessings of God, over 1800 souls during eight months, including all of the United Brethern except one person. My husband and I were baptized into the Mormon Church by Wilford Woodruff, as were four of my children, John W., Eleanor, Hannah, and Ann. Thomas H. and Sarah weren't old enough. My brother, John Gailey, also a member of the United Brethren, was baptized on March 24th. My Husband was ordained an Elder on June 23, 1840 and was then sent to proclaim the restored gospel until April 6, 1842 when, at the head of a group of saints, we left our native England from Glouchester to join the main body of the Church in America. I had my reservations. I loved my husband, I approved of what he was doing. I had accepted the gospel. But I was leaving my native land. I knew nothing of America but what I had heard. I was leaving a land steeped in history for over 2,000 years to go to a country that for all sakes and purposes had been inhabited by wild Indian bands. A journey across the ocean is not without its misgivings either. Two months spent at sea traveling with unknown groups invites sickness and disease. Will there be enough to eat? Will our ship sink in the middle of the ocean? Will turbulent storms swallow us alive? And how will we survive when we got there? My husband had earned his living as a minister. How would he earn his living now? Would we make it? We did make it. We crossed the ocean on the good ship Catherine. On her return voyage she sank. We even made it to Nauvoo on July 8, 1841, Hannah Maria's birthday. The violent persecution that the saints had endured in Missouri had weakened the people there, and the toll of crossing the sea and traveling to Nauvoo had left our family weak. The exposure to hardship made us all an easy prey to malaria. There was much illness among the children. The newspaper, "St Louis Atlas", referred to Nauvoo as the largest town in the State of Illinois. It also said, 'At this moment they present the appearance of an enterprising, industrious, sober and thrifty population, indeed, as in the respects just mentioned, have no rivals East, and we rather guess, not even West of the Mississippi." We found residence in a blacksmith shop. It was a far car from the beautiful home we had in England. It had no doors or windows. My husband and John W. worked on the Nauvoo Mansion. It was a substantial building, the principal hotel of the city and also the home of President Smith. It was built and owned by President Smith for the accommodation of visitors to Nauvoo. It was used while plans were continued to build the Nauvoo House. President Smith lived there until the time of his death, and his bullet torn body lay there in state after the tragedy at Carthage. Our family was honored that they could work there. Thomas Henry jr. was not very old at that time so he could not do too much work, but he did small chores. He and a man named Benny Barrus herded cows for the saints. They were paid in foodstuffs and they had not much of that. We were unable to have more than one kind of food each day. For example, one day we would have cornmeal, another day squash, another day meat. Life was hard here. I found myself thinking back to the days in England. Here was mob violence. Threats were heard daily. The Prophet's life was threatened. There was much illness. I had buried two of my little ones -- Ann and Sarah. They were buried West of the Nauvoo Temple. Two new daughters were born to us -- Mary Ann and Charlotte. Yet my heart ached for the two daughters I had lost. Illness scared me. I panicked when one of my children would mention a sore throat or cough. If I did not have the gospel, I don't think I could have made it through from day to day. The Prophet is dead. "On June 29, 1844, the martydom of Joseph Smith, the Prophet, and Hyrum Smith, the Patriarch, occurred. They were shot in Carthage Jail on the 27th of June, 1844, about 5:00 p.m. by an armed mob painted black -- of from 150 to 200 persons. Hyrum was shot first and fell camly, exclaiming "I am a dead man." Joseph leaped from the window and was shot dead in the attempt, exclaiming, "oh Lord, my God!" They were both shot after they were dead in a brutal manner. The Prophet said these words to the Nauvoo Legion: "It is thought by some that our enemies would be satisfied with my destruction; but I will tell you that as soon as they have shed my blood, they will thirst for the blood of every man in whose heart dwells a single spark of the fullness of the gospel. The opposition of these men is moved by the spirit of the adversary of all righteousness. It is not only to destroy me, but every man and women who dare believe the doctrine that God hath inspired me to teach in this generation." When the work of the Prophet gave promise that it would survive him, every means was sought to harrass and destroy those who devoted their life to the work of the Prophet. Our family was included in these efforts. We were notified by a mob at 2:00 in the afternoon that we had 16 hours to leave our homes or my husband would receive 30 lashes from each member of the mob. We did not trust the mob and gathered what precious possessions we could. A gentile friend hid us in a corn patch for the night and helped us across the Mississippi River the next day. We left a large portion of our possessions in Nauvoo. We went with the main body of the Church to Winter Quarters. My husband and two sons went to work in the hay fields to provide for us. Then my husband was asked to fill a mission to the branches of the Church in Iowa and Missouri, so John William, then 19 had to take the full responsibility of providing for our family. He worked on a ferry which crossed the Missouri River and at a lumber camp nearby. My husband completed his mission, but Brigham Young called him to go to England to preach the gospel on July 17, 1848. He labored in England and baptized a large group of saints. Upon his release, he was assigned to be President of the emigrating group who sailed on the James Pennel ship. He paid for his own fair on the return trip. He reported to Orson Pratt that he had a safe arrival in New Orleans on October 22, 1849. He arrived back homed with us soon after that. I cannot tell you how relieved I was that he was finally home. It had been long years of absence. My children grew with responsibility, but we all missed him very much. Among the people Thomas Henry brought with him was a young girl named Ann Mickleright. He joked with John William, saying he had brought a wife for him. John William wasn't too pleased with the teasing of his father, but he grew to love Ann, wooed her, and they were married August 2, 1850. The whole family set about the task of preparing for the journey to the Rocky Mountains. We had to secure sturdy wagons and good teams, farm tools, and household and food supplies. My husband and John William operated a ferry at Ferryville, iowa. We sold the ferry operation on July 11, 1852, to get funds and we began the long trip Westward. My husband was appointed captain of the ten wagons which made up his group of the wagon train. We wanted to get to Salt Lake as soon as possible, so the journey was a regorous one. Every morning at 5:00 a.m. a bugle would sound. We would arise and join in family prayer before leaving with the wagons. We would feed the teams, eat breakfast, and have the wagons rolling by 7:00 a.m.. During the day, the families walked by the wagons. The men would carry a loaded gun or have one in easy reach. At night the wagons were formed into a circle with the tongues outward. After supper, the whole group would join in singing, story telling and sometimes dancing till the bugle sounded at 8:30 for the benediction. I loved the singing and the stories. Afterwards, each family returned to its own wagon where family and personal prayers were said. All was quiet by 9:00 p.m.. My Children walked the greater part of the way across the plains. At this time, Mary Ann was nine and Charlotte was seven. One day Charlotte was trying to get out of the wagon while it was traveling along, but she fell and one of the heavy wheels ran over her chest. It seemed that someone lifted the weight of the wheel from her body and she was drawn from under the wagon before the back wheel could run over her. We all felt that some unseen power protected her. Charlotte was an unusually active girl and would explore every nook and cranny on the trail. Her only pair of shoes could no longer be worn and she no longer had anything to wear on her feet. The rocks, thorns and the hot, burning sand combined to make her tender feet even more tender. I did all I could at night to help her, but it didn't seem to help. My small daughter's solution to her problem was to kneel every night by her blanket and ask God to send her a pair of shoes. She never considered that a pair of shoes could not be had in exchange for the most treasured heirloom. She knew only that she needed shoes and she believed God would send them to her. One day while walking beside the wagon, Charlotte and Mary Ann saw some bushes growing along a creek. They were some distance from the trail, but asked me if they could run to the bushes and pick some berries. I would never consent to such things. There was always danger; if not from wild animals, from the Indians. But the thought of fresh fruit for supper and my girls eagerness to go, made me consent. I instructed them to fill their pail as quickly as possible and hurry back to the wagon as fast as they could run. I could see them eagerly picking berries and laughing to one another. Suddenly Charlotte cried out, "oh, He sent them! He sent them! I knew he would send them if only I asked Him! Mary Ann, come here and look!" Mary Ann went running and found Charlotte kneeling on the ground, clutching a pair of sturdy shoes. Between laughing and crying, Charlotte sat on the ground and pulled on one of the shoes. "Look Mary Ann, Father knows just my size," she said. The girls ran at break-neck speed toward the wagons. I started toward them when Charlotte said, "Mother, He sent them to me and they just fit." My husband and I were both perplexed. We knew Charlotte had prayed for the shoes, and this seemed to be an answer to all our prayers. Her feet had endured all they could. My husband and I knew they must belong to someone else -- but where was the owner? We Finally told Charlotte that if they belonged to someone in our wagon train, she must return them. The shoes were to be tied to our wagon for a week, and if nobody claimed them, Charlotte could have them. At the end of the week, no one had claimed them, even though there were others in the wagon train who were barefoot. Charlott received them and wore them for the remainder of the journey and for many months after we had arrived in Grantsville. During the journey, cholera struck the wagon train and many people died, Our family was severely afflicted, but none of us were lost. The Lord had blessed us. We arrived in Salt Lake in October of 1852 and went on to Grantsville. It would have been nice to stay in Salt Lake. It had been four years since the saints had arrived, and a real settlement was beginning to take place. It was October -- no time to grow food for the winter, and no time to build shelter for the winter. But to Grantsville we came. We came with four other families -- the Bakers, Durfeys, Sevas, and Watsons. Along with the first settlers, James Mcbride and Harrison Severe family -- there were twenty six souls in all. A few more families arrived -- but we appealed to President Brigham Young to send more families to strengthen our place and support our school. We did not feel safe from the Indians, eather, being so few in number. Indian raids were common. They would steal cattle and kill hundreds of them. Valuable items were lost and terror was found in the hearts of all of us. We built log houses in fort form -- close together and all facing the same direction. A stockade was built sticking cedar posts into the ground. Our concern was heigtened because the indians were able to obtain a vast amount of powder, shots, caps, and guns from white settlers. On March 27, 1853, my husband, Thomas H. Clark was susrained as President of the Grantsville Branch. John R. Walker was sustained as First and William Martindale as second Counselor. My husband was concerned about the Indian situation and cut off all brethren from the Church who had been selling guns and ammunition to the Indians. The Presiding Brethren of the Church commended him and wished other Bishops would do likewise. The fall and winter of 1852-1853 found the Indians continually driving off and killing stock. Many times search parties were sent out. The cattle had to be guarded by day and closely corralled by night. In the spring of 1853, it was decided to build a fort for proper security. So we tore our house down and moved it to the place assigned at the fort. Each man was to build part of the wall according to the amount of space he widhed to occupy. "There were gates which could be hung on each side when the Indians became hostile. Portholes were built into the walls to shoot through in case of attack. If the Indians became mean, the stock was driven into the fort at night. The customary house was one room 14' x 16' with a lean-to at the back for storage." "The homes were straight pine logs, desirable as they could be obtained. Straight logs not only made good looking houses, but also the most comfortable as they could be chinked more tightly." Our cabin had earthen floors and dirt roofs. In the spring, some of these would sprout, giving us a green roof. Wooden shutters closed the windows at night. In 1853, the "Ninth General Epistle" issued by the First Presidency stated, "Translate the Book of Mormon into every language and dialect under heaven, and print the same, as God shall give you the opportunity; and from the heavens the gift of tongues; and by it translation from language shall be more and more manifest unto the Elders of Israel." In 1853, William Lee was building a chimney on the outside of his log cabin when an Indian appeared and made signs to him that he wished to help. William Lee was afraid and went inside the cabin, but the Indian kept making signs and began carring rocks to the chimney site and started mixing mud. William Lee finally became more courageous and came out and let the Indian help him build the chimney. That night he gave the Indian supper and a blanket to sleep on. Early the next morning, he let the Indian know by sign that he was going up to the canyon for wood, and he would like his company, because it was unsafe to go alone. About halfway up the canyon Lee found himself facing the Indian and talking to him in the Indian language. He was so interested in the Indian that he paid no attention to the oxen. They had turned around and Lee found himself entering the fort with the Oxen, Wagon and the Indian, but no wood. The language that had been revealed to William Lee was an answer to all of our prayers. They called for my husband who called the group together and the Indian addressed them in his own tongue with William Lee interpreting. My husband told the Indian, named Ship-rus, to go to his people and bring them to the fort so he could talk to them. In two days the Indian returned. William Lee stood on a chair, talking to them for an hour, telling them of their origins and that the settlers were their friends. They would be taught how to till the ground and supply themselves with the necessities of life. The Indians answered in this way, "The mountains are ours, the water, the woods, the grass, the game all belong to us, but the Mormons are our brothers, we will share all with them and smoke the pipe of peace together." My husband was very concerned about the Indians. He treated them with respect and set the example for all of us to follow. Our family was noted for our kindness to the Indians. Blessings because of this kindness came back to us many fold. One instance was in 1865 when our son-in-law, Charles Graham Parkinson was sent to Camp Floyd on an errand for the government. He was wearing a soldier's blue overcoat. The coat had all the trimmings which looked very nice to Charles. However, it led to great danger, Because Charles was taken captive by the Indians. No matter what he tried to tell them, in the Indians eyes he was a soldier, and they were determined to do away with him. The Indians had a great council meeting during which a yoiung brave by the name of Taby recognized Charles as one of our "papooses". It was a lucky day for Charles for all of the Indians had a great love for the "pale face Clark", so Charles was released. During funerals of our family, there were many Indians in attendance, sometimes as many Indians as whites. We had a great love for one another. The years of 1855 and 1856 were in many ways the most trying that we have ever faced. This was a period of much dispair. Hunger was caused by unfavorable growing seasons and hordes of grasshoppers. James Mcbride wrote, "Men struggled with weakness as they went to and their labors." Mr McBride had harvested more wheat than anybody, and he shared generously with all of us. It was a time when women had to pull together. My friend, Olive Hale, wrote to her husband who was on a mission in Las Vegas, "I tell you, Aroet, that there never was such hard times since I can remember. I hardley know what we shall do for wheat, and we have no garden stuff . . . we have lost Old Rose. She would have made a good winter cow. We have dried out her tallow and got 15 pounds . . . one of the sows had eight pigs, and the other had five. Alma turned three in for debts, sold two for store pay, and two died. We don't know what we'll fatten the other pigs on for our winter meat." For three years nature did not assist us in supplying for our needs. As president of the Branch, my husband was not only concerned with our families needs, but all of the others as well. We carried water from mountain streams, prepared more acreage for crops, and worked with one another to provide for the needy. We needed great spiritual strength. Our trials did not end. On July 27, 1857, news of the coming of Johnston's Army reached the saints in Salt Lake. The news traveled quickly to Grantsville. We had been driven from Nauvoo because of persecution. We had traveled West to carve a place out of the land nobody else wanted. Would they never leave us alone? We as a branch gave support to President Brigham Young in the offensive against Johnston's Army. My husband wrote an epistle dated Grantsville, Oecober 23, 1857. This epistle was written when the Territory was ruled by officers who were not friendly to the citizens of Utah. "To the President and brothren of the School of the Prophets in Grantsville who are now assembled." "Dear Brethren as this is a day of thick clouds and darkness, and it seams that great trouble is at hand, therefore I do think it would be wisdom to know what arms and ammunition each brother has on hand. Also every horseman to have his horse, saddle and bridle and everything ready to go if wanted at a minute's notice, and every man that is able to bear arms to be ready at any hour. Officers and men don't delay. If you are not ready, leave everything and get ready. Do not have to go on the prairie to hunt your horses when they ought to be under saddle. Never, no never, no never let it be said that the Grantsville brethren are not behind with men and money to sustain the Kingdom of God, its rights and its servants. "He that will save his life, shall lose it". Brethren be ready to defend the Kingdom of God and he will bless you." P. S. Please remember me in your prayers, Yours truly in the Gospel of Christ, Thomas H. Clark Sr. Our fears of the Army continued, and in the spring of 1858, we obeyed the orders of the Church to again vacate our homes and property and move "South". Only ten faithful men were left in Grantsville to look after things, take care of the cattle, and to watch the crops. My son Thomas Clark jr, was one of these men. He was under orders to burn every building and destroy all crops and trees should Johnston's Army persist in coming in. We were not going to leave anything for the Army as we had done in Nauvoo. The move South was a very discouraging one for all of us. We now had food to eat, but little to wear. Some people were almost naked. We settled between Santaquin and Payson in crude tents, wagon boxes, and sometimes bare earth. We were blessed. A treaty was signed with government representives, Johnston's Army passed through Salt Lake and settled at Cedar Fort. By the 4th of July, we were back to Grantsville to really celebrate. I felt this was the start of many celebrations. Now most of our time could be devoted to establishing a haven for our children, instead of merely surviving for so many long years. We could work on family tradition, family values, treasures of a real value to be left as a legacy for our posterity who followed. My life on earth was such a short one when viewed in the eternities. Did I spend it wisely? Did I give my children and those around me the things they needed? I would want my posterity to remember us as a happy family, able to enjoy life, ready to meet each new circumstance with a positive attitude. I would want them to remember us as hard working, loving towards our fellow man regardless of their race, and willing to put the work of the Lord first. The most important thing I could teach them was to serve the Lord so we could be together in the eternities. The legacy I would like to leave is this "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Charlotte Gailey Clark

Biography of Eliza Charlotte Clark Murdock

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Eliza Clark was born May 17, 1830 in Herfordshire, England. Her father's name was Thomas Henry Clark and her mother's name was Charlotte Gayley [Gailey]. Eliza was one of a large family and her father was a farmer. I suppose he worked for the gentry as they call them in England. I think they all worked as I remember Grandmother saying she sewed the fingers of kid gloves. She told how they would go caroling of a Christmas Eve and I remember one of the tunes was one that is sung now at Christmas time. The father was an elder in the Church of the United Brethren, but when he heard Wilford Woodruff speak, he joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He and his family were members of the congregation that joined in a body, and sailed to America. They were six weeks making the journey. They were very poor, but anxious to come to Zion. They went immediately to Nauvoo and were there for a while. I remember Grandmother saying that she sold eggs for three cents a dozen at the Mansion House. Grandmother went out to work in order to help out and also so there would be one less mouth to feed, but the woman where she was working put a barrel of pork that was in brine on her head and told her to go down the steps to the cellar. It was too heavy for her and so it strained the cords and muscles of her neck so that she always had a big neck (a large growth). She said she was very ill for some months and her father was also ill and each had a bed on each side of the fireplace. The father was called to go on a mission to England and went as soon as he could. Grandmother finally got up and around but the large growth always remained. The family finally got to Utah and went to live at Grantsville. Grandfather (Joseph Stacy Murdock) who already had one wife (Aunt Eunice) met and married Eliza Clark on June 2, 1852, in the Salt Lake Endowment House. Grandfather married three other wives, but Grandmother proved to be a good wife, helping in every way to care for her family. Whatever she suffered, she did so without even a murmur. Wherever Grandfather was called to go, she was there in her quiet way to back him up. She was always quiet and if she ever got excited, no one knew anything about her feelings. She liked to have a little money of her own. I remember she went to take care of a lady who was sick. She told them she would take as her pay, a small calf, and so she was in the livestock business with her one calf. When her father died in Grantsville and his property was divided, Grandmother had as her share a few head of cattle, and also some sheep. She paid for their feed. After she got started she always had a few beef steers to sell in the fall. This was good as it also helped Grandfather, as he would sell her his hay, thus ensuring him a little ready cash, as he needed it. I remember some good advice she gave my sister, Eunice, and me one day as we were talking about something that had happened in the neighborhood. Grandmother said, "A now girls, I would not tell this to anyone until I heard others talking about the affair." Grandfather would come in every April and October before conference and say, "Eliza, could you let me have ten dollars to go to conference?" He always got his money, for Grandmother was very careful. She could find five, ten or twenty dollars if the need arose. Grandmother let four of her children go to live with Uncle Nymphas and his families. It seems that Uncle Nymphas had had bad luck with his children, and only three of his children lived, so Grandfather asked his wives to let some of their children go live with him. Grandmother always regretted letting her children go. She said it was a big mistake, for the agreement between the principles was not kept and the children were weaned away from their home By her granddaughter, Amelia Brittingham Murdock Witt (1895 – 1957)

Charlotte Clark and the shoes

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THE SHOES from the Clark News, Vol. 3 No. 1 June 1969 It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the mob came to the Clark home in Nauvoo. Father Clark tried to reason with them but there was no reasoning to be done. The minds of the mobbers were made up and their edict was unyieldinq – be gone from Nauvoo by eight o’clock the following morning or be tied to a tree and whipped by every man present. Father Clark, like every other man in Nauvoo, bowed to the inevitable. He and his family spent the ensuing hours in an effort to prepare themselves for what was to come. The bare essentials they prepared to take with them. Everything else was left for the mob. Knowing that no mobber could be trusted to keep his word, even if a few hours had been guaranteed to them. the family hid in the cornfield of a friendly non-Mormon until their preparations were complete. Then, with the help of that same friendly family, they crossed the Mississippi and worked their way to Winter Quarters where the Church had set up a new community for the people. At Winter Quarters, Father Clark was called to fill a mission to the branches of the Church in Iowa and Missouri, Leaving his family to be provided for by John who at that time was 19 years old. The other children were Eleanor 17, Eliza 16, Hannah 13, Thomas Jr. 9, Mary Ann 3 and Charlotte 1. The mission assigned to Father Clark was duly completed but the time had not come for him to return to his family. Through the Prophet Brigham Young he was called to go to England and there preach the Gospel. For three years he labored in his native land and upon his release was assigned to bring a company of Saints to Zion. Among them was a young girl, Ann Micklewright, whom he .jokingly said he had brought as a wife for his son John. A short time later John and Ann were married. Upon his return to America the entire family set about the task of preparing for the journey to the Rocky Mountains. All the Saints were advised to secure sturdy wagons and good teams as well as farm tools and household equipment. Since all those things required money and daily labor was the only means of securing it, three more years went by before they were ready. Finally, on July 11, 1852 they began the long trip westward. All the pioneers traveled in companies with captains over hundreds, fifties and tens. Father Clark was appointed as captain over the ten wagons which made up his group. Since their whole objective was to get to their destination as quickly as possible, the journey was a rigorous one. Every morning at five a bugle sounded and everyone arose and joined in family prayer before leaving their wagons. Then the feeding of teams and the eating of breakfast followed and at seven the wagons were rolling. During the day the families walked by their wagons with every man carrying a loaded gun or having one within easy reach. At night the wagons were formed into a circle with the tongues outward. After supper the whole group engaged in singing and story telling and sometimes in dancing until the bugle sounded at 8:00 for the benediction. Afterwards each family returned to its own wagon where family and personal prayers were said and all was quiet by 9 o'clock. The Clark family, at that time consisted of ten souls. In addition to Father and Mother Clark and John and Ann there were the six other children mentioned above. During the journey Cholera struck the wagon train and many died and the Clark family were severely afflicted but due to their great faith none were lost. The ground over which they traveled was interminably rough and since Charlotte, then aged 7, was an unusually active girl and never seemed to tire of exploring every nook and cranny, the day came when her only pair of shoes could no longer be worn. After that it seemed that all the rocks and brambles and all the hot, burning sand combined together to make her tender feet even more tender. Her mother did all she could every night to relieve her condition but it never really helped. Charlotte's solution to her problem was to kneel every night by her blankets and ask God to send her a pair of shoes. The fact that a pair of shoes could not be had in exchange for the most treasured heirloom never occurred to her. She knew only that she needed shoes and that she be1ieved God would send them to her. One day while walking beside the wagon Char1otte and her sister Maryann saw some berry bushes growing along a creek. They were some distance from the trail and while it was an unusual thing for them to do, they asked their mother if they could run to the bushes and pick some berries. It was even more unusual for their mother to consent, due to the ever present danger from Indians, but the thought of fresh fruit for their supper coupled with the girls' eagerness to go, impelled her to give consent. They were instructed, however, to fill their paid as quickly as possible and to hurry back to the wagon as fast as they could run. Once in the bushes the two little girls were eagerly picking berries and laughing over their good fortune when suddenly Charlotte cried out, "Oh, He sent them! He sent them! I knew He would send them if I only asked Him! Mary Ann, come here and look!" When Mary Ann came running she found Charlotte kneeling on the ground, clutching to her bosom a pair of sturdy shoes. Between alternately laughing and crying, Charlotte sat on the ground and pulled on one of the shoes. In her excitement she turned to Mary Ann, "Look, Mary Ann, Heavenly Father knows just my size." She pulled the other shoe on and jumped to her feet. Then she grabbed the nearly empty pail in one hand and her sister's arm in the other. "Come on, Mary Ann. Lets go show them to mother and father!" When the mother saw her two girls running at break neck speed toward the wagons and shouting excitedly with every breath, she feared something terrible had happened. She started toward the girls and when they met, Charlotte’s first words were, "Mother, He sent them to me and they just fit!" She was still puzzled. "Who sent you what, dear?'.. "Did you get your berries so soon?" No, Mother, not berries, my shoes. See, Heavenly Father sent me the shoes I asked for!" By this time the father, who had been walking on the opposite side of the wagon, came into view. Charlotte ran excited1y to him. "See, father, my shoes! Heavenly Father put them over there by that bush for me and they just fit! Oh, isn't He just wonderful to us?" The father was as perplexed as his wife. He looked at the shoes, then at his exuberant girl, then at his wife. His wife, realizing what had to be done, shook her head sadly. He picked up the girl in his arms and wa1ked along the wagon wi th her. "Now',' he said, "Tell me what this is all about." "Well, Father, I asked Heavenly Father to send me a pair of shoes. You said that He always sends us the things we really need and I really need a pair of shoes and I asked Him to send them to me. Here they are and they just fit!” “Where did you find the shoes, dear?" "Back by those bushes. Mother said that Mary Ann and I could pick some berries and these shoes were under a bush. I know they are mine because they just fit!" A mist began to form in the man's eyes. “Heavenly Father wants you to have a pair of shoes, dear, and so do I, more than you know, but these shoes belong to someone. Someone put them over there by that bush and when he goes back for them they won't be there. We couldn't take someone else's shoes, now could we, dear? That would be stealing." No one was more opposed to stealing than Charlotte, but still she was undismayed. “If Heavenly Father put them there," she said, "it wouldn’t be stealing to take them and I know that He put them there for me.” Finally the solution seemed to come to the father. If those shoes belong to someone in a wagon train that has already gone by, then you may have them. If they belong to someone in our wagon train, then we must return them, so I’ll tell you what we'll do. We'll tie them here on the end of our wagon and tonight when we are camped they will be on the inside of the circle so that everyone can see them. We will leave them there for a week and if nobody claims them, you can have them.” Charlotte was reluctant, but she removed the shoes from her feet and her father tied them to the wagon. The week passed with her hardly taking her eyes or her thoughts from the shoes. Every night in her prayers she asked God to watch her shoes and not let anyone take them. At the end of the week no one had claimed them a1though there were many children in the camp who were barefooted and who would have given almost anything to have them. That night , Father Clark untied the shoes and gave them to Charlotte. Charlotte wore them not only the balance of the journey into the Salt Lake Valley, but for many months after they had established themselves in their new home in the little community of Grantsvil1e. Charlotte lived until 1923. She raised a family of six children under the most trying of pioneer conditions. All of the children heard from her lips, the story of her shoes and her unshakeab1e testimony that God had heard and answered her prayers. There is one phase of the story, however, that Charlotte never know. It came to light only recently when a member of the family sat in a gathering where interesting events of pioneer life were related. He told the story of Charlotte's shoes and before he had finished he noticed that one woman in the group was becoming so excited that she could hardly contain herself. She stood up immediate1y when he had finished and said she believed she knew where the shoes came from that Charlotte had found. She then told of her great grandfather who had crossed the plains that same summer in a wagon train which arrived in Sa1t Lake ahead of the one in which the Clarks traveled. He was a young boy at the time and like all boys was fond of water in its natural state. After walking all day in the hot sun a cool stream was more than he could resist and he would remove his shoes and wander up and down the creek until the wagon train was completely out of sight. His mother emphatically forbid him to do it because of the danger from Indians but he never got to the point where he could resist the temptation. On a particularly hot day he spied some bushes growing along a creek some distance from the trail and when his mother was not looking he ran away from the wagon train and hid behind the bushes. When he was that he was not followed, he removed his shoes and placed them under a bush where he could find them and stepped into the water. The cool liquid felt so good that he wandered up the stream father than he realized. When he finally decided that he must be getting back to the wagons he looked for his shoes but they were not under the bush where he was sure he had put them. He ran frantically to another bush and then to another but soon all the bushes looked alike and he was no longer sure where he had left them. He searched up and down the stream until dark without success. He finally had to go back to the camp barefooted. He was a thoroughly repentant boy after that. He never left the camp again without permission and he never complained that the rest of the .journey had to be made with out shoes. He even accepted the rocks and the brambles and the hot sand as his just punishment for disobedience. In later years he, too, reared a family and he used to tell his children the story of the shoes and he used to conclude the story by warning them that if they would be happy, they would first have to be obedient.

Thomas Calvin Murdock

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THOMAS CALVIN MURDOCK From memory and what he told me of his childhood by Millie Lindsay Murdock (wife) THOMAS CALVIN MURDOCK, born Jan. 7, 1902 in Heber City, Wasatch Co. to John Heber and Emily Ann Bond Murdock. He was named for his father's two brothers and was the fourth child of this couple. He had Marella and Leah, older sisters, and Paul, 2 years older. Ellen and Edith were younger. John H. was married to Mary Galligar and had two sons and four daughters. Mary died and left him with seven children. his oldest daughter, Millie Witt, was a few months older than her step-mother and always felt she should have all the say as far as her father was concerned. She was a great help to him before he remarried and it was hard for her to let go. When Tom was a few months old, his mother was in the hospital in S.L. very ill for some time. Marella was only 7 but had part of the responsibility of caring for her baby brother. She had him in the baby buggy, taking him for a ride. As she was crossing Lake Creek bridge the wheels went off and Tom landed in the water and had to be fished out. The "first family" always maintained he was drug up and survived because he was tough. His mother was ill so long. He was always very independent, wanting to depend on no one. There was not complete harmony between the two families, but the "first" all accepted and liked Tom, perhaps because he stood his ground with everyone. John H. raised bees and when Tom was about 5 years old, he and Paul went with their father in the wagon. While he was tending the bees, the horses were stung and ran away. It threw Tom in the midst of the bees, and they stung him unconscious. He remained "out" for some hours. His mother said there were bees in his mouth and nose, and he was covered with welts. He was afraid of bees the rest of his life, I think the only thing he was ever afraid of besides bulls. His childhood and Paul's was around their horse, Creepie. Creepie had been a cattle horse and would stop quick and they would both go over his head. Paul always lit on his head with Tom on top and Creepie gone home. Tom and Paul used to sing; they both had good voices. Their father taught them to sing, "I am a Mormon Boy," and he delighted taking them places and having them sing. Tom never sang in later life except with the congregation. When he did, people listened. He had a beautiful tenor voice. He was shy when it came to doing anything in public. I don't know why, as he could always speak his mind with "colorful" adjectives and no one ever wondered what he meant. Most people who knew him best and longest have said the thing they remember best is his quick wit. I think no one was quicker on the draw when it came to humor. Sometimes it was a little sharp -- even more than a little sharp. He loved the mountains and hiked many miles in all of them--climbed Timp several times and knew the location of springs, fish, and deer. He was a master at fishing and his family never wanted for trout. When he and Paul were in school, their father often got them up in the middle of the night to separate two fighting bulls. Either their full was out or another got into the corral. J.H. was night blind so it was up to the boys. Of course they were frightened of fighting bulls, but their dad would give each a pitchfork and tell each which bull to go for, then the signal, and they would charge. How they ever escaped being hurt I'll never guess. In later years his older brother, Heber, was killed by his bull. He thought it was tame. They can't be trusted. Whenever Tom had nightmares, it was of bulls or bees. He always moved very swift, was athletic, and quick. When working, he worked fast and if you helped he expected the same fast action. When he was 15, he stayed with a sheep herd four days and nights -- alone. He was very uncomfortable over the safety of the sheep and himself. No one will every know what it's like to be alone in the mountains with no one in miles. The coyotes howled all night and often made off with lambs. It's a very lonely feeling. I can't imagine being alone, but it was lonely when I was a child with grownups. When he told me about it, he was terrorized at the memory. The mountains were one of the things he loved best. His favorite thing was to work on the forest and live in a tent. When cooking over a bonfire, his favorite meal was fried potatoes with lots of onions and grease. When done, he added a can of cream corn and lots of pepper. Of course, he had meat and Postum or hot chocolate with canned milk. Whenever I was too sick to cook, he fixed this for the family. He was known to have a short fuse and if near, you might be showered with sparks. A horse was one of his favorite things, and he rode like he was part of the animal. He was always tall in the saddle. Some of his courting was done on horseback. He would ride up and down the road past our house, looking straight, tall, and handsome. After finishing eighth grade, he quit school to help his father on the farm and went back three years later. But in a small town it's hard to be in class with students that much younger. He was in my class although three years older. John H. Murdock owned the confectionary for some time. He was town Marshall for years and took all prisoners to his home to sleep and eat. Grandma never knew when or how many, but I doubt she was ever very upset over the arrangement. He always felt it was better to help and encourage the youn people than put them down. He was, however, a very strict father and loved by his family. John H. was one of 32 children. His father had six wives. John H.'s parents were Joseph Stacy Murdock and Eliza Clark. His father was the first bishop of Heber, sent here by Brigham Young who instructed him to marry an Indian girl to promote peace with the Utes. There were fifteen brothers that went to school at the same time. If the door was locked in the morning and it was cold, whey would take a pole and run at (the door?), of course it couldn't hold against them. They would greet te teacher from inside when he arrived. They would have the wood fire going in the pot-bellied stove, sometimes red hot. They all grew to be large men--all but two or three more than 6 ft. tall and broad. They all grew to be civic leaders, but John H. was the most religious of all. Most of Joseph Stacy's descendants are successful and many leaders in church activities. When Tom was about 3, if angered he would "swear" and say, "Dog and pig and soro and hog and cat," and all over again. He had a gentle side, but seldom let anyone see it. He was sympathetic and kind, but the side he let everyone see was impatient, quick tempered, and couldn't care less what anyone thought. He loved children and enjoyed rocking the baby. We always had one. Tom was artistic. He could draw, had an eye for color and form. He liked beautiful things and always felt that he had few of the things he really wanted. He always wanted a nursery and would have done very well, I'm sure, as he could make things grow and his garden was second to none although it was raised in rocks. He always raised a garden large enough for the family use all summer--string beans, beets, corn to bottle enough for winter, and carrots, potatoes, and onions to last all winter in the cellar. When we did corn and beans, we all worked together, and what a job! He was always very neat. His clothes had to fit and be clean and mended. He never wore anything ill-fitting. He usually had high top shoes when he kept clean and, if not for work, polished. I've never seen prettier hair--soft, curly, always clean and combed. He was always proud of his hair and kept it nice. To him, western clothes were the best looking because they were fitted, so most of the time he wore them. He disliked to wear his suit but liked dressy casuals. No one had a quicker wit or was better at a party, if he wanted to, but he liked outside better than indoors. He could out fish, out hunt, and out hike, yes, and out work anyone he came up against. We met the summer of 1919--both very young and great dreams of a future (together I'm afraid). It was at the Schnieters (sp?) Hot Pots, I couldn't swim and I turned out to be the target of the evening. I was never so near drowned. Hot Pots was never my favorite place to go. Of course Tom could swim very well. For his size, he could out hand wrestle or out grip anyone. He said it was from milking cows and working hard. We were much too young when married but both worked at making a home for the family we had. We didn't have time to consider "planned parenthood." How glad I am now that our concern was to care for and provide for all and not to say only one or two. How very wise we were to welcome each one and enjoy and love them all. We always said we hoped the day wouldn't come when we didn't have a baby in the family. It never has. What a great blessing! For a few years after our marriage, we lived in Provo and Rains, Carbon Co. In Provo, Tom worked on a farm and made very little, but he loved farming. After our first year of marriage, we went to Carbon Co. and lived in Spring Canyon, a wide place in the road called Rains. It was built in a small canyon and a stream ran down the middle of the town. The stream was in the bottom of a deep wash. People used to throw their garbage in it. Company houses were built on either side of the wash which was spanned by a bridge. Nothing was owned by the people, it was all Company. We bought our groceries at the Company store and anything else we needed -- it not, no job. Tom was weighman for Carbon Fuel coal mine, although he didn't go into the mine, he came home black as soot. I couldn't tell him from the waps and coloreds until he used much soap and water. It was an hours job scrubbing up after each shift. As spring came, need for coal would decrease, and it got so they only worked two days a week. During the summer, people went in debt for living so the company had complete control over its workers. By the time winter and full employment came, it took every cent they could make to come out even by spring. Some people never got a check. When it came to going in debt to live, we left the coal camp with no regrets or close friends. At the coal camp, they had a big dance every Saturday night. Everyone went; we only went once. By midnight, most had been drinking for hours and a big brawl followed. We were able to get out and home. It wasn't easy. After that on Saturday night, we locked the doors and stayed home. We then came to Heber and work at the mine here. During the winter the men all had to stay at the mines boarding house. The roads were not fit for travel only part time. It was at this time he became a fine chess player. He also did some skiing. The men got along well and were always glad when winter broke and the could once more commute. To get to work on time, they left home at 5:A.M., a habit of early rising I still have and he did also as long as he lived. Tom had to get up really early as he had to milk the cow before going. I always got up, built the fire, and had the kitchen warm before I got him up at all. Dinner was always ready a few minutes after he arrived home in the evening. We always had plenty of vegetables and fruit, milk, butter, and fish in season, and of course, homemade bread. True, Tom had little money as you might guess, but what there was he loved to shop for me a dress or hat, even shoes. Vilate, who owned Vilate's Shop which had high class merchandise, loved to see him come. He had such good taste. She always said he should have been a clothier; I'm sure she was right. The very nicest clothes I ever had were the ones he picked out. They had to fit, and he liked color. He never chose anything that wasn't the latest style. In those days we had to wear a hat and he picked the cutest hats in town. If you wore a hat, it called for gloves; I have a drawer full. It was very important when we went anywhere that my hair be done (by me), my heels be high, and my dress be to his liking. When possible, he bought me a dress for Christmas and one for Mother's day; then I only needed one summer dress and one winter dress. He always wanted my percale house dresses to be stylish, too. When the girls got (older?) he liked to help them chose clothes. When working at the mine, every year there was either a strike or a shut down. We never had a chance to save very long as this would soon eat up the few dollars _____ together. Tom drove a model T Ford until 1945 when we got our first and only brand new car, a beautiful black Chev. Perhaps that was one of the happiest days of his life. It was one of the very first after the war, in fact, we were the first ones in town to get one. Tom got it from a dealer friend in Park City.

Life timeline of Eliza Clark Murdock

Eliza Clark Murdock was born on 17 May 1830
Eliza Clark Murdock was 10 years old when Samuel Morse receives the patent for the telegraph. Samuel Finley Breese Morse was an American painter and inventor. After having established his reputation as a portrait painter, in his middle age Morse contributed to the invention of a single-wire telegraph system based on European telegraphs. He was a co-developer of the Morse code and helped to develop the commercial use of telegraphy.
Eliza Clark Murdock was 30 years old when Charles Darwin publishes On the Origin of Species. Charles Robert Darwin, was an English naturalist, geologist and biologist, best known for his contributions to the science of evolution. He established that all species of life have descended over time from common ancestors and, in a joint publication with Alfred Russel Wallace, introduced his scientific theory that this branching pattern of evolution resulted from a process that he called natural selection, in which the struggle for existence has a similar effect to the artificial selection involved in selective breeding.
Eliza Clark Murdock was 32 years old when U.S. President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, declaring the freedom of all slaves in Confederate territory by January 1, 1863. Abraham Lincoln was an American statesman and lawyer who served as the 16th President of the United States from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865. Lincoln led the United States through the American Civil War—its bloodiest war and perhaps its greatest moral, constitutional, and political crisis. In doing so, he preserved the Union, abolished slavery, strengthened the federal government, and modernized the economy.
Eliza Clark Murdock was 48 years old when Thomas Edison announces his invention of the phonograph, a machine that can record and play sound. Thomas Alva Edison was an American inventor and businessman, who has been described as America's greatest inventor. He developed many devices that greatly influenced life around the world, including the phonograph, the motion picture camera, and the long-lasting, practical electric light bulb. Dubbed "The Wizard of Menlo Park", he was one of the first inventors to apply the principles of mass production and large-scale teamwork to the process of invention, and is often credited with the creation of the first industrial research laboratory.
Eliza Clark Murdock was 59 years old when The Eiffel Tower is officially opened. The Eiffel Tower is a wrought iron lattice tower on the Champ de Mars in Paris, France. It is named after the engineer Gustave Eiffel, whose company designed and built the tower.
Eliza Clark Murdock died on 4 Apr 1898 at the age of 67
Grave record for Eliza Clark Murdock (17 May 1830 - 4 Apr 1898), BillionGraves Record 6184 Heber, Wasatch, Utah, United States